she wanted to change the world

she couldn't with wet blankets and fading stars

she couldn't with morbid curiosity

and a pill addiction staring at her in the face

she couldn't

the world shattered her flat

and left her a tiny revolving sun

a shaft of light

he came and went

against his own will

a hiatus

not unlike the morality of men

a hiatus

not unlike any of us at all

“keep him close”

“dont let go”

the last real thing.

my last real thing.